Kiris and Esra find themselves in the midst of a battle with the tribal bandits (or Sandsharks as Esra calls them), in the desert surrounding Caridan. Bullets were flying and things seemed to be looking exceptionally bad and they were at a huge disadvantage. Kiris was highly experienced and couldn't understand the predicament they'd found themselves in. Tales involving Demons over five hundred years old, groups of Warlocks living alongside Humanity and with Hell-gates and Hell-hounds to deal with, Kiris and Esra definitely have their work cut out. A true tale of intrigue that will test the readers' imagination. For anyone who enjoys fantasy novels, Dead Man Walking by Don Socrates will be an absolute treat.
